Rex Kramer: Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... In the head... With an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. It's a dumb question... Skip it.
Controller: I know but this guy has no flying experience at all. He's a menace to himself and everything else in the air... Yes, birds too.
Rex Kramer: [talking to the airport control tower.] No, we can't do that, the risk of a flame-out is too great. Keep 'em at 24,000. No, feet.
Dr. Rumack: I just want to tell you both good luck. We're all counting on you.
Ted Striker: It was a rough place - the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It's worse than Detroit.
Hanging Lady: No wonder you're upset. She's lovely. And a darling figure... Supple, pouting breasts... Firm thighs. It's a shame you two don't get along.
Elaine Dickinson: Would you like something to read?
Hanging Lady: Do you have anything light?
Elaine Dickinson: How about this leaflet, "Famous Jewish Sports Legends?"
Rumack: Elaine, you're a member of this crew. Can you face some unpleasant facts?
Elaine Dickinson: No.
Ted Striker: Because of my mistake, six men didn't return from that raid.
Elaine Dickinson: Seven. Lieutenant Zip died this morning.
Roger: We have clearance, Clarence.
Clarence: Roger, Roger.
Rex Kramer: Striker, listen, and you listen close: flying a plane is no different than riding a bicycle, just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.
Rumack: The life of everyone on board depends upon just one thing: finding someone back there who can not only fly this plane, but who didn't have fish for dinner.